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lil uzi vert - what you say lyrics

[intro]
i’m so sorry that i can’t hear a single d+mn thing (huh?)
she say, “what you say?”
(memphis track boy, let’s go)
she say, “what you say?” (tlrr, beep)

[chorus]
i’m gettin’ guap and they don’t even know i started gettin’ money (started gettin’ money)
all these racks that i stuff in my jeans, givenchy (jeans givenchy)
and i’m a city boy but all my girls, they country (my girls, they country)
pullin’ up, eighty pointers and my b+tch got donkey
tell me what you say? (huh?)
backend on backends, count it in your face (count it in your face)
i got treated wrong so money times that why i you stay
i’ma put this b+tch to bed like j holiday

[verse 1]
movin’ all this tree like a christian holiday
run it up like trey, yeah, that where my mind stay
i can’t snitch like, “i don’t know why no crime pays” (no crime)
met my plug and i start blushin’ like a blind date (huh?)
i’m smashin’ through buildings, i’m smashin’ through mommas
i’m smashin’ through commas, i’m smashin’ through pointers (skrrt)
i’m smashin’ through hunna’s
i smash through your b+tch and i don’t need a condom
i smash through this lambo’ like this sh+t a honda
i smash through the glock like that sh+t was a llama
slide, do a drive+by with thirty and drum
i don’t care ’bout them lames, i only care ’bout them commas
i smash through the top, i was all way at bottom (ayy)
[chorus]
i’m gettin’ guap and they don’t even know i started gettin’ money (started gettin’ money)
all these racks that i stuff in my jeans, givenchy (jeans givenchy)
and i’m a city boy but all my girls, they country (my girls, they country)
pullin’ up, eighty pointers and my b+tch got donkey
tell me what you say? (huh?)
backend on backends, count it in your face (count it in your face)
i got treated wrong so money times that why i you stay
i’ma put this b+tch to bed like j holiday (like j holiday, yeah)

[verse 2]
i said, “bro, that’s not your ho, you know that we sharin'”
he talk his sh+t then i’m a barbarian
if she cheat then i only burberry her
that’s okay, ’cause i need two, that’s pairin’ ’em
to these rap n+ggas, feel like i’m parentin’
basically sayin’ i’m the one carryin’ ’em
say i mumble too much, they ain’t hearin’ me
say i mumble too much, they ain’t hearin’ me
she said, “what you say”
she know i’m the one so she gon’ save me under “bae” (yeah)
put these racks just over any b+tch like any day
don’t get high no more, so i might have a henny day
this lil’ b+tch be goin’, haha, save her as “interstate”
get it? she got too much traffic like the interstate
i just don’t f+ck with none of these n+ggas, i’m not in to hate
i press my luck, i got that feelin’ i’m gon’ win today (i’m winnin’)
been countin’ up racks every year
and i got the money disease, don’t need cure
i f+cked that bih’ once and left her in the bure
i pulled up a mink and i look like a bear
i pulled up right there, just, right there in the leer
this foreign, i made the bih’ hit like a tesla
basically she suck it, i don’t need to steer
i don’t even want her, i told her, “come here”
the opps said they watchin’, they not even near
[chorus]
i’m gettin’ guap and they don’t even know i started gettin’ money (started gettin’ money)
all these racks that i stuff in my jeans, givenchy (jeans givenchy)
and i’m a city boy but all my girls, they country (my girls, they country)
pullin’ up, eighty pointers and my b+tch got donkey
tell me what you say? (huh?)
backend on backends, count it in your face (count it in your face)
i got treated wrong so money times that why i you stay
i’ma put this b+tch to bed like j holiday (yeah)

[outro]
tell me what you say, hey
tell me what you say, hey+hey+hey
tell me what you say, i’m gettin’ money
tell me what you say

- lil uzi vert lyrics

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